Saturday, February 4, 2012


Wanderstill Ode
Fields of flowers, whites and dances.
Trees and butterflies in blue.
White gazebo, smiles and dances.
Bridge and butterflies.
White picket fences, smiles and dances.
Below, the sea.
Cliffs of grey chase the eye,
eluding the bed of roses.
Dances of trees and fields of gold,
embracing the purple feeling of wishes.
Twilight shines, falling stars...

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